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About twenty years earlier, a child was born. This is nothing to be surprised about, since every second hundreds of people are born. What makes this one so special is that his parents weren't given the chance to enjoy adulthood. Nobody knows why exactly. Either they died, or they couldn't afford a child and thought it to be cruel to take a life before it's even born. In any event, this child was dropped at a orphanage, and raised by the people emplyed there. And that's when the misery began.
This kid grew up, suffering from other kids taunting him, and the employees (knowingly or not) joined in. It all started with something that either the kid did, or something that had happened to him, which earned him a nickname. This nickname, being so insulting that it's not even worth to be mentionned out loud, suddenly became a reason for other kids to make his life a living hell. There was a point in his life that he relised how this could all end. Only if there were people who would adopt him, give him a real name, and taking him out of here... Not a day went by that somebody came to visit the orphanage, and left with a child, this particular child never being the one. His misery never ended. Until someone had picked a fight with him, and he was the one punished for it.
His punishment meant that he had to clean up the library. A fitting punishment, they believed, but it turned more into a bliss than anything else. The kid found a book, concerning something called necromancy, of which he had never heard, let alone know what it meant. But when he started reading it, he learned that there are ways to revive dead people. That's when the best idea in the world came to him. Why wait for people to adopt him, if he could have his real parents back?
It took him some time, he even needed to stay up at night, but he found it all worth it, to collect everything he needed to start the ritual that would eventually bring his parents back to life. He had completed half the ritual, until a flash of light appeared, after which he saw a woman, standing in the moonlight that shone through the window.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Who are you?" he asked, trying to hide what he's doing.
"Somebody that is concerned over what you are about to do!" the woman answered.
"I'm not doing anything!" he responded.
"Yes you are!" the woman corrected him, "You're about to wake a dead person. Aren't you?"
The kid saw no point in hiding it anymore, so he relaxed, and began to cry.
The woman moved closer to him, holding his little head, trying to comfort him: "Oh come on. It is only natural that you want to bring back a loved one!"
"How would you know?!" he cried at her, trying get out of her grip, "You don't know what it's like to be down here! To have never known your real parents! To have to...!"
He stopped talking all of a sudden. Clearly, he was waiting for someone to say this to. The woman on the other hand had not yet given up on trying to comfort him.
"What if I could help you?" she suggested.
"You will adopt me?" he pleeded.
"That I cannot do!" she answered very sorry, "But I can help you find someone who will adopt you. And in the meantime, make sure that your life here will be a little easier!"
The kid's face suddenly flared up in happiness: "You can do that for me?"
"Off course!" the woman answered, "But there is one condition!"
"What is that?" the kid asked, "I'd do anything!"
"I don't want you do anything!" the woman replied, "In fact, there's something I don't want you to do!"
The kid didn't understand, until the woman finally said: "I want you not to try to revive the dead anymore!"
"Why not?" the kid asked.
"There are many people who would use this magic to do bad things!" she answered him, "I don't want you to turn into one such people! You understand that?"
The kid waited for a minute before he answered: "Yes."
"So that's a promise?" the woman asked.
"I promise!" he said.
The woman smiled and stood up: "Good! Now I must go!"
She marched back to the moonlight, but not before the kid had just one question answered: "Wait! Who are you?"
The woman smiled. As she faded away in the light of the moon, she answered: "Lunagel!"